My mom and dad had gone to New York for a business trip, and I was completely alone at home. I was submitting my college project on my computer.A call came on my phone. When I answered it, I said “hello,” but there was no response from the other side, so I hung up the call.

Then after some time, I received another call from the same number. I picked it up again and said, “Hello, who is this?” but again there was no response from the other side. I waited for a while and then ended the call.

Then after some time, I received a third call from the same number. I answered again and said, “Hello, who is this? If you have nothing to say, then why are you calling again and again? I was about to end the call

Then I heard a voice from the other side.

And that voice sounded like...

I hung up the call right then because I thought it was some kind of prank. A little while later, the same number called again. I answered and said, "Stop these stupid jokes. This isn't funny."

A voice replied, "Why are you getting angry? I'm your boyfriend. I know you're upset, but please forgive me."

I said, "How can you be my boyfriend? Stop playing these ridiculous jokes on me!"

Then I hung up the call again.

He called back once more. Annoyed, I said, "Don't you understand?!"

He replied, "Please forgive me. At least talk to me."

I said, "No, I don't want to talk to anyone. Don't call me again!"

I went silent, and he kept saying, "Please forgive me. But don't say that I'm not your boyfriend. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Please forgive me."

Fed up, I blocked the number. But then, the same number called again. I checked, and the number was definitely blocked, yet the calls were still coming from it.

I didn't answer, but the calls wouldn't stop. I had no idea what to do.

I thought, "I'll answer the call one last time." Without even checking the number, I picked up and immediately started speaking.

I said, "What's your problem? Why do you keep calling? I already told you not to call me. I don't want to talk to you. Who are you, and why are you bothering me with all these calls?"

Then a voice on the other end said, "What happened?"

I looked at the number. It was unknown, but the voice belonged to my best friend.

I asked, "Whose number is this?"

She replied, "It's mine. My old SIM isn't working, so I got a new one."

Then she said, "Hurry up and open the door. I'm outside, and it's raining really heavily."

I said, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Wait! You didn't even tell me you were coming."

I ran toward the door, but suddenly I stopped.

I hung up and called my best friend's number. Her mother answered.

I asked, "Hello, Aunty, wasn't this number not working?"

A little confused, she replied, "No, dear, nothing like that happened."

I said, "Where's Jessica?"

She answered, "She's sleeping."

I became confused and scared. I said, "Could you please let me talk to her?"

Her mother handed the phone to Jessica and left.

Jessica said, "Hey, what's up? Why are you calling so late at night? What happened?"

I said, "I got a call from an unknown number, and someone told me to open the door."

She replied, "Have you been drinking?"

In a serious voice, I said, "No."

She immediately became serious too, because she could hear the fear and sincerity in my voice.

Just then, I noticed that the same number was calling again. I told her about it.

She said, "Don't open the door. I'm coming over. Lock all the doors and windows, and call the police."

I ended the call and went to my room. I did exactly what she told me to do. I locked every door and window.

About thirty minutes later, when I was about to call the police, the phone rang again.

I answered, and Jessica's voice came from the other side.

"Open the door. I've arrived. Hurry up."

I checked the number. It was Jessica's number.

I ran to the door, but I was still terrified.

I looked through the peephole, and suddenly I froze.

An eye was staring back at me through the peephole.

I was terrified.

"Who are you?" I shouted.

"Jessica! Open the door quickly!" she replied.

There was fear in her voice.

"Hurry, please! There's someone here!"

I didn't know what to do.

She continued, "I could see you through the peephole. Are you okay?"

Just then, another unknown call came in.

Trembling, I answered it.

A voice said, "Baby, are you still angry? Please forgive me. I'm your boyfriend."

I replied, "How can you be my boyfriend? Jessica and I killed you with our own hands! We buried your body ourselves!"

Then I hung up.

Jessica's voice came from outside:

"You shouldn't have answered that call!"

I opened the door.

What I saw made me scream.

Jessica's dead body was lying right in front of me.

I quickly locked the door again and turned around.

And standing behind me was my boyfriend...

She: "J...o...h...n..." 😨

John smiled.

"Do you believe now that I'm your boyfriend?"

My hands were trembling.

"That's impossible..." I whispered. "You're dead."

His smile grew even wider.

John:I was dead... but neither of you could ever forget me.

And then the doorbell started ringing.

At the same time, a voice came from my phone:

"It's me, Jessica. Hurry up and open the door."

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